I will always have something
of a soft spot for this building, partly because it is a lovely example of
Butterfield's neo-Gothic polychromatic brick and stonework, but more so
because I was privileged to gain my secondary education here, back when it
was a boys only grammar school, prior to succumbing to the depravations of
co-ed, comprehensive blight which struck immediately on my departure.
The PTA was sweet-talked with promises of greater choice so that, whilst I
only had the choice of Latin, Greek, Spanish, Italian, French and German,
the new system provided...French. Now boasts of being a Sports
Academy, whatever that means!
On the minus side, we did spend our days
shivering in the unheated classrooms, staunchly defended by none other than
Sir John Betjeman right up until their demolition to make way for the Brave
New World. At least we suffered for Art!